To Know One
A TECHIO, E FURHMAN
Now we don't
Have to worry away
About our future
Dead at four months old
Was it all for naught?
Who would have ever thought
To know one is to know
Why all our life's blood flows?
She always had the time
To listen to you whine
About your problems
Like she had none of her own
When time runs out for those close to us
It seems surreal, a truth you can't trust
When all the dust has settled at last
You pull up your stakes and say goodbye to the past
So, now, we don't have to worry much
About anything, anymore